Ok...so...confession:

I am a thief.

Stealin' peeks
Sneakin' looks
Smilin' at private thoughts
in a crowd room of haters
among the lovers.
They are the criminals.
They don't get it
Cuz they don't get it.
We get it
Cuz we get it
and get it
Good.

You have made a crook out of me.

I watch you move by
In a black and white swirl
Legs ride high
Move pass your thigh
And I sigh
And smile look away
I'm hooked
I'm yours.
Caught.



- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Yucca St,Los Angeles,United States